User blog comment:Cortez Firebrush/Vulpes Imperio/@comment-2006360-20110927191924/@comment-2124127-20110927192738

The weasel sniffs dryly "Th' cove not far f' om th' East side. Near th' estate o' Tyral. They was fidgitin' around in th' shallows `neath th' cave mouth"

''The doors swing open, to reveal a large fox slumped on a throne. At the sight of his Head of Affairs, he straightens himself up, ordering a nearby servant to get some wine. He rubs his jawline, grinning'' "Good t' see ye could come, Inquisitor...What was it about the Cogs ye wanted t' tell me about?"